Journal of a Tour in the Years 1828-1829, through Styria, Carniola, and Italy, whilst Accompanying the Late Sir Humphry DavyTobin, J. J.
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Journal of a Tour in the Years 1828-1829, through Styria, Carniola, and Italy, whilst Accompanying the Late Sir Humphry Davy
Tobin, J. J.
Davy, Humphry, Sir, 1778-1829; Europe -- Description and travel
see if I could discover anything like a proteus, and I asked the guide
if on his former visit he had seen any animal in the pool, but he said
he had not. The paths through the cavern are generally very good, and
broad enough for two or three persons to walk abreast, and have in many
places been widened and levelled by art, but the road from the curtain
to the end of the grotto, passes over a chaos of rocks and large broken
stalactites; these, though now united by the all-binding lime-water
into shapeless masses of rock, formerly composed the roof, but have now
given place to newer formations, so that even in these subterraneous
caverns, as in all other of nature's works, man beholds destruction
only as making way for regeneration. The process is one of the slowest,
but sure in its effects; an accident, the shock of an earthquake for
example, may strew the floor of the cavern with the stalactites
which hang from the roof, yet the impregnated water flows from above,
deposits the limestone, and in a few centuries, the roof is again
ornamented with its curious and beautiful fretwork. Retracing our steps
through the different halls, temples, and passages, we again found
ourselves on the banks of the subterraneous river. This is the Laibach,
which rising in the plain above Adelsberg, enters the mountain, and
after flowing through the cavern and underground for a considerable
distance, again appears at the foot of the hill near Planina. We
crossed the little bridge, ascended the rocks, and taking a last look
around the vast and dark cupola by which we had first entered, I bade
adieu to the caverns of Adelsberg. On coming out of the mountain, the
air felt very cold, for the temperature within had been very agreeable,
almost warm. It was past one o'clock, so that we had been three hours
under ground. The moon was up, and guided by her clear light, we soon
reached the inn, where I dreamt till morning of grottos, and caverns
and their spirit inhabitants.
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